#divergent eric coulter oneshot

[heliads]

jealousy, jealousy

Based on this request: "Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective"

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You have been through quite a lot as a member of Dauntless. You passed your round of initiation with flying colors, you survived a couple years taking on the most trying jobs you could, just to match that same rush of adrenaline. Now, as per usual, you’re looking to make life even harder for yourself. You’re going into your first year of teaching initiation. 

By all accounts, being a training leader should be easy. You’re just yelling at transfers all day, right? Wrong. It’s common knowledge in your faction that being stuck leading initiation after graduating is like hell on earth. The amount of patience it takes to corral dozens of newbies into some semblance of a proper Dauntless is unmatched by most people here. 

Yet for some reason you think you can manage it. Maybe your own success in initiation will help you lead a new round of kids to greatness, maybe not. If anything, it’ll give you a chance to relieve some stress by yelling at people who mess up in front of you. It’s all about the small victories, you know?

It’s not like you’re going to be alone in this, either. You’ll be sharing the role of training instructor with Four, a good friend of yours, and Eric Coulter, someone who you could probably consider a friend were it not for his habit of trying to stay away from any sort of relationships at all costs, be them platonic or otherwise. 

In all honesty, you’re kind of looking forward to it. So, by the time the first full day of initiation rolls around, you arrive at the training room with a fair amount of pep in your step. 

Eric is already there, starting to set out some rows of punching bags. “Don’t you look excited about all this? Don’t worry, the enthusiasm wears off quickly.”

You laugh and begin to help him. “Oh, I’m sure it will. Let me have my moment, though.”

Eric hems and haws, but he backs off for the time being. “Have you seen the new trainees yet?”

You drag out a row of targets from a storage room, then nod. “Yeah, I dropped by while they were jumping off of the roof. Most of them looked scared out of their wits, but a few seemed more confident than others.”

Eric looks pleased with this. “Gotta say, the first couple hours are some of my favorite parts of initiation. Seeing their faces drop when I tell them they have to fall over the edge never fails to make my day.”

You snort. “Never let it be said that you don’t have a heart. You’ve done this for what, a couple years now, and it never gets old?”

Eric chuckles fondly. “Seeing a new group of kids who are going to be nothing but a pain in my ass for the next couple of months, and getting a chance to scare the hell out of them? Lightens my mood like nothing else.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. Across the room, a door opens to reveal the final training leader, Four. He raises an eyebrow at the two of you. 

“Never thought I’d see such a pleasant atmosphere in here,” he says through a subdued grin, “But I’m not sure that I mind it.”

You move the last of your targets, then head to the door, slapping Four on the back as you pass him. “We’re only happy because you’re not here, trust me. I’ll be nothing but miserable from here on out.”

Before you go, you hear something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh from Eric, although he does his best to turn it into a cough. You’re going to have fun during this round of initiation, aren’t you?

You head to the trainee dorms, and bang your fist loudly on the door before heading inside and shouting for everyone to get up. You’re greeted with more than a couple angry stares, but who cares? The initiates can hate you as much as they want for disturbing their beauty rest, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to go any easier on them. 

After dragging the initiates out of their bunks at last with a fair share of insults and threats, you manage to get everyone together long enough to grab five minutes’ breakfast and head down to the training rooms. By then, Eric and Four have finished setting up, and it’s time to start the first day. 

Four gets everyone going with a classic run around the perimeter of the Dauntless complex, and when they come back, you’re ready to start with fighting practice for the first time. 

Eric and Four show the proper technique for punches and kicks and blocks, then you direct everyone to a punching bag so they can practice their form. You wend your way around the training room, adjusting posture here and directing there. Honestly, things aren’t going badly for your first day as a training leader. 

Or, you don’t think things are going badly until you walk towards the back row and hear a trio of boys talking in hushed voices. Specifically, they’re talking about you, and complaining about the fact that you were the one to wake them up so early in the morning. Apparently, they haven’t realized that you’re not the one who sets the morning schedule for training, but they’re perfectly fine with blaming you for it anyway. 

The tallest of the boys speaks in a voice so sharp it sounds like the cawing of a hawk. “I mean, it’s so annoying. She’s treating us like we’re kids.”

You are kids, you want to say, but you wait in the hopes of hearing something worse so you can actually cause problems. Luckily, you’re rewarded about half a second later when a second boy starts talking as well. 

“I know, right? I don’t even think there’s a real reason she’s here. Probably, Eric and Four got bored and wanted something pretty to look at while they work, so they dragged her in.”

You choose this as your moment to step out of the shadows. The boys’ faces drop the second they realize you’ve been listening in, which makes you smirk. 

“Want to say that one more time? I don’t think I heard you properly.”

When they say nothing, you fold your arms across your chest. “What, you don’t want to talk to the eye candy when she confronts you? I came out of my initiation ranked number one. If you want me to prove it, I’ll beat you into the ground right now.”

One of the boys opens his mouth to respond, but strangely enough, the person who talks first isn’t a trainee but Eric Coulter, who appears out of nowhere and has apparently been listening in as well. 

“Initiate, I believe you were asked a question. Next time, don’t talk about a training leader unless you can back it up. Otherwise, that’s cowardice, and that gets you kicked out of here faster than you can blink.”

The boy who was about to speak is now apologizing violently, and judging by the legitimate irritation in his eyes as he looks at the other boys, he might actually mean what he says. He hadn’t been complaining about you, actually, just listening to his friends. 

You leave, Eric at your side. For some reason, he’s still irritated. 

“I can’t stand trainees. Always walking in here like they know everything.” Eric harrumphs. 

You chuckle. “If you think that’s something, were you even paying attention in your own initiation? It’s annoying, obviously, but they only say it because they’re jealous. They’ll probably shut up forever after today.”

Eric frowns. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Obviously I know that. Besides, why are you having a problem with it now? I’ve never heard you complain about it before.”

Eric looks away. “It’s different this time.”

You arch a brow, waiting for an explanation, but he says nothing. At last, you shrug and walk away when Four calls you over. 

By the time the end of the day finally rolls around, you’re actually feeling pretty good about what happened. The trio of boys were practically falling over themselves to make up for what happened, so now you’ve got a squad of trainees basically at your beck and call. One of them actually seems like a legitimate guy, so you might already have a favorite. 

By contrast, Eric seems to be in even more of a foul mood than before. You, Four, and Eric are sitting in a corner of the training room, having dragged out chairs so you can stretch your legs against whatever equipment is within reach. Four’s grabbed a couple of drinks from a nearby office; he tosses you one before handing another to Eric and taking a seat a short ways away from the two of you. 

Eric opens his drink with a sour look. “Already not a great start. Those three will be trouble, I’m sure of it.”

You just laugh. “Only at the beginning. They’re actually good now, I think. If I keep them on a steady diet of threats, we should be fine.”

Eric takes a drink, irritable. “They always do that at the start. It’ll end fast, I promise. They’ll be ruining our lives until the end of time.”

You chuckle. “So dramatic, Coulter. I think they’re alright. One of them’s okay, actually, the one who didn’t want to go along with his friends. Also, he has a nice smile.”

Eric scoffs. “Oh, that’s a great indicator of success. This isn’t Amity, a smile gets you nowhere here.”

You smirk. “Just because you’ve never learned to smile doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it in anyone else. I think he’s just fine.”

Eric growls something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like ‘of course you do,’ until you shoot him a warning look and he shuts up. 

Even after that, though, you get the feeling that you can use this. After thinking on it a little longer, you decide to have a little fun with Eric’s newfound irritation. Why not?

So, if you happen to talk more than normal with those boys, or you help train with them on days when there’s an odd number of trainees due to medical evacs and they need an extra partner, what about it? Eric has no legitimate reason to be annoyed, although he’s stomping around like someone threatened his life. You’re just having a good time, nothing bad about it. 

He does take things into his own hands eventually. About two weeks into initiation, you’re taking down the training room for the day when Eric sticks around under the guise of helping. Four is long gone, something about having to report initial training results to Max, so you and Eric are alone. 

Eric keeps his silence at first, but you can tell that something is gnawing at him. Eventually, he can’t take it anymore, and calls out to you over the sound of guns and knives being carefully laid back inside their boxes. 

“So, do you have thoughts on the trainees? Who do you have picked for top initiate?”

It’s a common bet among training leaders and regular Dauntless alike to try and guess who’s going to come out on top. People take careful note of how the rankings rise and fall over each day, placing their odds on the person they think is most likely going to win it. Entire fortunes have been won or lost in last minute fighting rounds or fear landscapes. 

You pretend to think. “Well, I don’t know. Ian and Jackie have been rather good as of late, but you know I have to root for my favorite three.”

Eric’s expression darkens, as you kind of hoped it would. “Look, I don’t get why you like them so much. They’re just annoying.”

You turn back to him, grinning. “Well, I don’t get why you dislike them so much. They’ve been perfect students ever since that incident on the first day. I mean, what reason could you possibly have to hate them?”

Eric’s footsteps shuffle in and out of view as he takes a box back to the storage room. Once he returns, though, his irritation is just as strong as always. 

“It’s their motive. Can’t you see it? They’re not being good so they can get ahead, they’re doing it for another reason.”

You arch a brow. “And what reason could that possibly be?”

Eric tries to evade the question, but you lean against the stack of boxes he’s trying to move so he has no reason but to pay attention to you. At last, he responds, but he refuses to look you in the eyes as he does it. 

“It’s common for male initiates to get distracted by pretty training leaders, especially when they’re new. They’re just trying to flirt with you, and they’re stupid enough to think they’ve got a chance.”

You lean forward, unable to hide a smirk. “Are you calling me pretty, Coulter?”

His voice is gruff. “Did you hear a word I said? They’re trying to use you, and it’s infuriating to watch.”

You refuse to let the matter go. “Of course I heard you, that’s why I’m asking about it. I’m just curious as to why their flirting would bother you so much.” A sudden thought occurs to you. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

His eyes dart to you, then away again. “What could I possibly be jealous of? Your friendship?”

You walk closer, daring him to make a move. “My time. My focus. The fact that you’re nervous that their flirting might actually work.”

It’s true, isn’t it? Everything you just said is true. Eric is worried, which is why he’s looking at you with that much fire. In fact, he doesn’t deny it at all, merely stalks close enough that he can kiss you just long enough for you to notice before leaving again. 

He calls something over his shoulder as he goes. “How about you tell me if I’ve got anything to be jealous about?”

You just grin. Well, you weren’t expecting that, but you can’t pretend that it wasn’t good. Perhaps things have a way of working out after all. 

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[athanza]

“Shell” (Part 1)

Eric Coulter X fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, slow burn, a touch of fluff.

TW: Fighting (canon violence), blood, knives, angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

((Author’s note: Hi, I don’t write much on here, especially fics, but I needed to write some Eric content so bad. I hope you enjoy ^-^))

(Note: Initiates are aged up for this story)

Thank you @duramater97 for inspiring me :3

Part 2 Part 3

Despite being from Candor you were quiet, at least once you got to Dauntless. You were in over your head and were asking yourself every day why the hell you chose this faction when you could have lived a happy life in Amity? You supposed anything was better than home, but you still found yourself wishing you could just run away. Your trainer, and leader, was a tall piece of work named Eric Coulter. You wanted to punch him in the throat sometimes but you had to restrain yourself, you needed to pass the training, you needed to.

It was nearing the end of your training and you had slowly but steadily risen your way near the top, the top 3 in fact. You were a shy, lost little girl when you started despite being 23. You had fuck-all muscle tone and although your aim wasn’t too bad your endurance was terrible, but now, now you were strong; you worked hard, training for long hours throughout the day and on your days off, you ate better, and soon you pushed past the others. Your desperation to stay and prove yourself, not just to others, had pushed you past your limits to a place you never thought you’d ever be. You felt good, you felt ready, but knew you still needed to push through the last round before you could relax, before you could call yourself Dauntless.

“Faster!” Eric shouted over the beats of fists on the line of punching bags. “Remember, it’s not all about how hard you can punch! You can be as powerful as you like but if you’re slow you’re not gonna get far in a fight with someone faster than you!”

You breathed heavy through your teeth as you punched through the combinations despite your throat hurting from breathing so hard.

Eric walked past you and watched your technique intently. “Good, initiate.” He said before continuing.

A ping of confidence hit you but you didn’t let it phase you, you just kept going, not losing concentration.

“Time!” Eric yelled and everyone stopped, replacing the sound of thumping fists with heavy, desperate breathing.

One guy ran as far as he could to the side before throwing up. No one cared, they were just too exhausted.

“As you know, next week is the final round of your training, the fear landscape. Some of you have exceeded my expectations, I’ll admit, but some of you need to step it up before the test, you know who you are. You’ll have free time from now until Friday but I’d suggest you use that time to train. Dismissed.”

You didn’t want a week of free time, you wanted the test to be yesterday but you knew you needed at least one day to prepare your mind for the fear landscape. And you were right, you trained all week until the day before and spent the whole time going through every possibility that the simulation could possibly throw at you…there was just one that worried you. Deep water and claustrophobia you could push through but the third one you were afraid might break you despite what you had accomplished.

When Friday came and you waited outside the simulation room, watching one person after another either walk out crying or have to be carried out, you started to get nervous, the first time you had been nervous since you caught up on the scoring board. But when your name was called your mind almost stopped for a moment before being drowned with noise of fear and what ifs. The only sign you showed of being anxious was your picking at the skin on your thumb with your index finger. Four noticed this, the last time he had seen you do it was when you first arrived.

“You’ll be fine.” He said. You were comforted by the hint of compassion in his voice and you smiled a fraction before Eric yapped at you to hurry up and sit down. You didn’t bother looking at him, you just sat down and let them set you up.

“You’ll be seeing this?” You asked, looking at the monitor on the only table in the room.

“Yes.” Said Four, not making eye contact.

You put your head back and took a deep breath. You only just noticed you were shaking a little and before you knew it both Four and Eric were gone and the room began flooding with water through the door.

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[kaiyaamin]

this man can run me over and I would love him still!!!

ALSO, CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS MAN'S ARMS!!!!!

BTW I am taking requests

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[theaawalker]

A Run For Your Money [Eric x Reader]

Pairing: Eric x gender-neutral!reader Song Inspo: One Dance by Drake ft. Justin Bieber Word Count: 2,004 Summary: A new Dauntless initiate, y/n, captures Eric's attention. As trouble follows you, Eric is always nearby with a keen smirk. But you won't go down without a fight, promising to give the brutal faction AND instructor a run for their money. Warnings: violence, fighting, mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Bam! Bam-bam, bam!

You are by yourself in the initiate training room beating on a punching bag. Today is one the rare days off that initiates get, and you chose to spend your time training. You made up your mind to transfer to this faction, so you did't intend to ease up on your pursuit until you make the cut. It seems that a group of female initiates were attracted by the punching sounds and have come to investigate. After seeing you, one of them attempts to show you how it's done.

Jace is bigger than her friends; one would assume that she was Dauntless born had the classes not been separated. She picks you up and throws you to the side, ready to set an example. You come back, jump and hock a leg around her neck, flipping her on her back to the ground. You land in a crouch, "Come on dude, don't be an asshole."

It's obvious that she nor her friends expected you to take her down. They thought that you would be intimidated like most of the other initiates, but Jace didn't hold her surprise for long.

"Well, that was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome." She pushes off the floor and hops to her feet. You rise up with her as they meet for a handshake.

"Jace, Candor."

"Y/N." You turn away from her to go drink from your water bottle. Jace watches you for a moment.

"Which faction are you from, Y/N?" She asks. You blink and drink from your bottle before setting it back down.

"That's not important." You say. Jace isn't satisfied with your answer and is about to ask you another question.

"I couldn't agree more." The girls stiffen and jerk around to face Eric, posted up like a soldier with a sadistic glare in his eyes. "Do any of you want to explain to me why you're not downstairs?" His voice is menacing and full of authority. Jace and her friends look at each other confused. One of them tries to respond, but she's a stuttering mess.

"Bu-but w-w-we uh, I thought um.. I mean, we uh-."

Eric, having heard enough, cuts her off, "Got it. I'll give you a chance to make it down there, and you'd better make it before I get back down there." The girls scramble past him and rush down the stairs. You hadn't moved, choosing to remain silent until they had gone.

"Isn't today our day off?" You look at Eric expectantly. You aren't surprised when he starts grinning at you.

"Correct." He's walking towards you while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then why did you scare them away?" He smirks at the question and sets his jacket down near your water bottle.

"I'll be your sparring partner for today." You blink slowly.

"Alright."

2 hours later, you and Eric are both sweaty on the mats, breathing heavily as you stretch together.

"Thanks for the workout." Eric was impressed with you, and he's looking forward to welcoming you into Dauntless.

"No problem, I really enjoyed it. Thank you." You didn't expect the offer, but you appreciated it. Eric isn't known to associate with initiates outside of making sure Four is training them properly. So, while surprised that he wanted to spar, you weren't going to say no.

He nodded his head at you, grabbed his jacket and walked away. You watched him leave, strutting out of the training room with such confidence. He didn't even look like someone who'd been in a fight. You honestly feel inspired. One day, you're going to really give him a run for his money.

[ time skip - visitng day ]

When visiting day rolls around, Eric doesn't see his source of amusement. He wanders into the training room to see you finishing a set of pull ups. He stands in the entry way watching you come down to stretch. You bend down to the front, holds it, and then bend back into a back-bend.

You see him but don't say anything. You don't know how long he's been standing there watching, but since he didn't say anything neither will you. You take a few minutes to quickly stretch your body before picking up your water bottle and walking away. You almost makes it past him, but he stretches out an arm to stop you.

"Not so fast." You aren't looking at him, but he's looking at you. "Why aren't you down there with everyone else?"

"There's no one down there for me." You walk around him, and he lets you go. He sees that you're upset, but it isn't his place to comment on it.

[ time skip - next day ]

Early the next morning, Eric comes across you doing laps around the training room. You pause at seeing him there.

"You want to run?" You nod, your chest heaving with your breathing. "Come with me." You look around, unsure if you should follow him.

"I have training in an hour." He smirks at you.

"I'll make sure you're back in time." You nod again and follow him.

They run to a cliff spot with a full view of the sunrise. You hadn't watched the sunrise since being in Dauntless; you missed it. You wonder if this could be a regular thing for you again.

"Ready to head back?" You nod. "Can I come here every morning?" He regards you for a moment before replying.

"If you remember the way."

They jog back together and make it just in time for Four's class. You head over to join the other initiates lined up. Eric walks past them, ignoring Four completely as he heads to take a shower.

The next morning, you're running back to the Dauntless compound, coming back from your sunrise viewing. You're definitely going to make it part of your routine to run there in the mornings. Halfway back to the compound, you see Eric running toward you. You pass each other, making eye contact but not exchanging words or stopping.

[ time skip ]

Despite their rocky start, you and Jace form a competitive friendship. You're often seen sparring with one another, or with Jace's friends. With individual training, you two are always trying to out-do the other. Friendly competition became a great way for the both of you to become and maintain high ranks among the initiates.

Lately, Four has the group randomly paired every day for mock fights in the ring. Somehow, you always get paired with one of Jace's friends. You haven't lost a fight yet thanks to all the practice you had with Jace. The friend, Byron, was the biggest initiate of the class, so taking down anyone else was easier for you. Bruised, blustered, and bloodied, you managed to beat him. Even Four was impressed, with Eric nodding and smirking like he predicted your victory. Byron seemed pissed as he limped back to his spot. The fact of Jace teasing him didn't make it any better. Perhaps that was the catalyst that led to this unfortunate event.

[ time skip - that night ]

You were already in bed while everyone else was at dinner. You're an early riser which also means you're an early sleeper. That particular day had tired you out more than usual, so you slept heavy enough for someone to pick you up, cradle-style, and carry you away.

The culprits? Three men disguised in all black and ski masks who tried to dump you over the chasm.

One of the Dauntless members on the cameras sees them. He's in the camera room watching them almost drop you over until you wake up suddenly. Kicking and punching, you swing around on the railing to kick one of your attackers in the head. He hits the back wall and falls unconscious. One of them somehow is shoved over chasm railing, while you punch the other one in the throat and head until they fall. You snatch off the masks of the remaining two, and your face crumbles. Hurt and betrayed to see two of Jace's friends. You recognize Byron, and knee on the other one's dick. He tries to cover himself, but you kick his head, hammering down on it with both feet. As a floored Byron and his accomplices groan, you spit on him as a final assault before you stagger up and stalk off.

Four and Eric coincidentally show up in the camera room while this fight was taking place. Four notices that particular camera feed as he glances around the room when he first walks in. He immediately zeroed in on it, coming closer as he sees the victim, who he recognized as you, wake up and fight off their assailants. Four flips out, snapping at the guy sitting in front of him for not reporting this.

Eric, at seeing Four agitated, walks over behind him to see you in action. He finds it humorous, not caring at all about the sorry excuse for an initiate that fell over. Lucky him that he died before Eric could get to him. Those other two would pay dearly for what they just attempted, then maybe after he's done with them will he allow them to die.

Four tries to go to the chasm, but Eric tells him to take care of the guy in front of him first. "It's over now; I'll take care of them."

Eric tells the swarming Dauntless members to get those two initiates in a holding room until he gets there. Eric left the room in search of you, but he couldn't find you. Unbeknownst to him, he passed your hiding spot -- a hallway vent -- several times, but you didn't want to reach out to him. You saw a mix of other Dauntless members and initiates milling around, and you didn't trust them. So, instead, you tucked yourself deeper into your hiding hole and slept.

[ time skip - the next morning ]

You return to your bunk after you've calmed down. Jace tries to approach you, but you flinch away from her. Who's to say she didn't orchestrate the attack? Shortly after, Four, with Eric right on his heels, sped into the room. He's relieved to find you there, and he asks if you could come with them.

You're called to a meeting with the Dauntless leaders, the parents of the dead boy, and for some reason, Jeanine Matthews. The child's mother accused you of killing her son.

"Your son tried to kill me." His mother vehemently denied it, until she's shown the video feed. Then, she flips her argument.

"But you're not dead, now are you?" You, done with the conversation already, looks over at her.

"Let me guess, you'd rather I be dead."

"Yes!"

"Tough." You turn your head, dismissing her.

Eric is full-on grinning as the mother is short circuiting. Jeanine, ever observant of Eric and his mannerisms, notices Eric's interest in you. Thus, Jeanine also takes an interest in you. Reviewing in her mind the initiate's combat skills, she shifts her eyes over to you, who is busy staring out of the window. You could be another Eric, a great soldier to carry out her plans.

After much debate, mainly from the parents' end, you are dismissed. Due to the video evidence of the boy being involved with trying to kill you, and that he was actually bumped over by one of the boys, you are exempt from any punishment.

After the meeting, Jeanine pulls Eric to the side. He instead takes her to his office to hear what she has to say. She asks Eric what he thinks of you, to which Eric responds with a mediocre answer. He doesn't want you involved in this, but it seems his tactic isn't working. Jeanine doesn't buy it after seeing the video, and she gives Eric instructions to introduce you to the plans and get you working under him. After, she excuses herself and leaves him alone to his thoughts.

After lunch, Four escorts you to Eric's office. Four warns him not to be mean to you, and Eric tells him to get the fuck out of his office. During your meeting with Eric, he tells you the rundown of what's going to happen after you've passed your initiation. He doesn't go into too much detail, in case you have too much of an adverse reaction.

After he's done explaining, you're blunt with him, "That's stupid." Eric looks at you, but you keep your eyes on his computer and continues, "It doesn't make sense. She wants to kill people to keep the peace. And these serums, it sounds like some mind control scheme."

You look at Eric. He sees that you're smart enough to pick up on what he didn't say.

"You don't believe her, right?" You ask him. "You know that she wants to make everyone, except a select few, into mindless slaves that do whatever she wants while she rules over everything. You know that she wants a dictatorship and not peace, right?"

You pause for a moment to hone in on his unfazed expression. "Or maybe you do know, but you don't care." You look at him for a few more moments before leaning up and looking away, taking a stroll around his office.

He contemplates life while you busy yourself with looking around his office. How didn't he think about what life would be like with everyone under her new serum? He thought that he'd be done with Jeanine, and he could do whatever he wanted with Dauntless. He didn't care about the other factions. He really doesn't care about the people, but there's not much enjoyment in bossing around mindless slaves who are programmed to do what they're told anyway. How weird it would be to walk down the halls and pass people that aren't really there. Yes, there'd be no more people to piss him off, but there'd be no idiot to amuse him either. No one to hold a conversation with; no one to ignore for being stupid; and no one to threaten and watch them cower.

At that moment, he realizes that he would be bored and alone with not a soul for company other than Jeanine and her lackeys. He grimaces at the thought and sees how unpleasant it would be. He feels ignorant for not seeing the whole picture and not thinking ahead. He's going to rectify that.

[ time skip ]

It took Eric a few weeks to get together his evidence of Jeanine's crimes and organize a trial in Candor. It was unavoidable for some of his skeletons to be exposed, but fortunately, they were overlooked in light of him turning Jeanine in. She was found guilt and set to be executed, which was done by Eric himself immediately after the sentencing.

You passed your initiation ranked #1, with Jace pulling up #2. It took you a while to feel comfortable around her again, but ultimately, it wasn't her who hurt you. Thus, it wasn't fair for you to shut her out. Plus, she physically defended you whenever one of the guys got too aggressive with you, which was a nice plus.

You were also set to start your job working under Eric. The paperwork had already been approved by the time Jeanine's plans were foiled. Also, Eric had taken to courting you. Speaking to you more and spending time with you. He wouldn't date you until after you passed initiation, but now that you had, you and Eric have been together for about 3 weeks now. He was currently taking you to meet his parents for dinner.

Five minutes in, and you were not having a good time. Still, at least there was free food. Eric's mother, Blythe, addressing you, asks yet another insulting question. "So, how long have you been sleeping with my son?"

"Blythe!" Eric and his father shout her name, but you ignore her.

"Not going to answer?"

"No, I don't see how that's any of your business."

Taken aback, Blythe seethes before responding. "My son is my business."

"Yea, you're such a great parent, so supportive of your son's choices." You hear her gasp as you sip your water, not giving her the attention.

"How dare you-"

"That's enough," Eric hisses at her. He's pleased that you're not intimidated by his mother, but he doesn't like her being insulted.

"Are you going to eat that?" Eric asks you, eyeing your plate. You cut the steak and broccoli on his plate and fork it before turning to offer it to him. You have your other hand underneath in case anything falls from the fork. He eyes you again and you blink at him expectantly. He leans in, his eyes boring into yours as he eats off your fork. You turn back to spear more food onto the fork before turning to repeat your actions.

"I can eat my own food." He says while leaning in.

"Then why didn't you?"

As the night goes on, you two pay no mind to his parents. Even though Eric's father seems to genuinely support him, you don't see any sort of relationship blossoming with him or his wife. Yet, judging by Eric's reaction to Blythe, you won't have to worry about pleasing her. Sweet.

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[carelesslywriting]

Mercy - Eric Coulter

This is day 3 of 10 for my 10 days of music prompt! There's still some open songs available on my pinned post to choose from if you'd like to request an imagine. Based off of Mercy by Shawn Mendes.

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Word Count: 1395 Trigger Warnings: death Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

"You always do this shit, Y/N! I don't have time to spend with you, you know I work crazy hours and that's not my fault," Eric shouted at you, tightly crossing his arms across his chest as he glared over at you. 

You didn't ask for much from Eric, you know his hours, all you were asking for was some time spent together at the end of the night in some form. It's been what feels like weeks to you where you've only seen glimpses of Eric, and it's been starting to take a toll on you. Why couldn't he understand all you were asking for was 15 minutes of acknowledgment or even just a conversation before he went to bed or started his wind-down routine?

"I'm not asking for a lot, Eric," You retorted, feeling defeated before you even opened your mouth to continue. "This fight is the most interaction I've had with you in weeks! You don't even ask me how my day is. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart," Your voice got quieter towards the end, and you decided to stop speaking there because you didn't want to break down and cry in front of him. 

"Bullshit," Eric responded, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so fucking insecure and maybe try being understanding. I'm so sick of this shit from you when I get home after a long day."

"Eric I'm opening my heart up to you about how I feel and you call me insecure? Why can't you ever be supportive? Why can't you ever just tell me that how I'm feeling isn't crazy, or that you miss me too and want to spend some sort of time with me when you can? I can't take this anymore, would you please have some mercy on me?" You begged, a tear falling from your eye. 

"Mercy? Seriously?" Eric asked, scoffing. "That's so pathetic. I don't have to comfort you for every little thing, that's not my problem." You wiped the tear that fell from your eye, looking down at the ground and taking in Eric's words. Nothing is ever going to change. You sighed, looking back up into Eric's cold eyes. 

"Fine, then I need you to set me free because this isn't fair to me anymore," You spoke, voice shaking, looking for any type of emotion from Eric. 

He stayed silent, just staring at you. After a minute of silence, you decided to walk out the door before he could even say anything. Your pride is all you've got left, and your heart shattered at the thought that Eric could just never take it easy on you or try to understand you. You felt like nothing but a puppet being pulled by its strings whenever you tried communicating anything that hurt you, and you didn't know if you could take any more. He always manipulated and weaponized your feelings against you. 

You took off running towards the chasm, more tears falling from your eyes as you thought of the past year and the relationship with Eric. You gave so much for so little in return, he didn't even care that you left. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize how slippery the bridge over the chasm was, or that Eric had followed you. 

"Y/N!" Eric yelled out, taking you by surprise. And snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You whipped around, in shock that he followed, but the next thing you felt was losing your balance due to your foot slipping. You cried out, trying to reach out to anything that could keep you from falling. You heard Eric shout out your name again as you just barely gripped onto the edge of the bridge with the fingertips of one of your hands. A final tear left your eye as you realized you weren't going to be able to hang on. You saw Eric's hand reach for yours to try and grab you, but he was a second too late. His face was the last thing you saw as you fell to your death. 

Eric shouted out for you, looking at the hand that almost had your wrist. It all happened so fast. He looked around frantically, not wanting to believe he had just witnessed you fall. The sound of your body as it hit the ground below was going to be a sound forever pierced into his ears. All the air inside his lungs felt like it had disappeared as he started to hyperventilate. He continued to shout out for you, tears falling from his face down to the bottom of the chasm where you laid. One minute you were together, and the next you were gone, just like that. 

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," Eric cried out to the void. "Come back, fuck, COME BACK! Please Y/N..." 

A crowd began to gather around as Eric continued to call out for you. He hung over the ledge, arm still out like he would be able to save you from the fate you just suffered. Max and Four quickly followed the sound of the commotion and yanked Eric off the ground the moment they saw him leaning over the edge. Both men had to use all their force to wrestle him away from the edge of the chasm and into a more secluded area, away from all the people who ended up gathering around him. 

"Eric, what the hell happened?" Max asked. 

"Y/N.." Eric trailed off, "She slipped, I couldn't grab her in time."

Four's face instantly dropped. Eric fell back down to the ground, head in his hands as he quietly sobbed. He didn't care how weak he looked, he just lost the one thing he loved. He was always prepared to sacrifice his life for you, and instead of him dying, it was you. The pain he felt swelling up in his chest was unlike any type of physical pain he'd ever felt before. He was internally begging for the same mercy you just begged him for. His cold, hard exterior that he'd maintained for his entire life fell the moment you did. If he hadn't yelled at you, hadn't called you names, if he had just listened to what you had to say, if he had asked you to stay.. all the what if's were now running through his head as he silently begged to be woken up from the nightmare he was in. 

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Eric jumped out from the seat he was in, breathing heavily as he ripped the wire off his head. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and looked around the room trying to reorientate himself to reality. He got up quickly, pacing the room and trying to ground himself as he kept repeating in his head that it was just his fear landscape and it wasn't real. 

Eric's fear landscape was complicated. When he was originally an initiate, this specific fear was mild. He was never too worried about pushing people away and losing them. However, after he met you, this fear gradually grew and developed into his worst fear. Every time he ran this landscape, it never got easier.  

It's hard to switch the coldness required to do his job off when it comes to you. The love Eric feels for you is complicated because of that. He's petrified of losing you, but he doesn't know how to not be argumentative and defensive when it comes to feelings. While he's been able to manage it for the most part within your relationship now, he's scared that might not be the case in the future. He wants to have that type of mercy for you, he truly doesn't mean to hurt you when he does. That's why he continues to suffer and run this landscape every week until he can figure out how to make it easier and beat it. 

Once Eric felt he had his composure back, he realized he was late for meeting you for a quick lunch. It reminded him of the landscape, how he constantly blew you off and tore you apart that way. With that thought in mind, he quickly hurried out the door to meet you. One small step at a time, Eric was working to be the type of guy he felt you needed.

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[pandalorian36]

Eric Coulter x Reader

Reader has been in love with Eric for ages little do they know he feels the same way and everything comes to light after a heated training session.

Gender neutral reader Warnings: Allusions to smut at the end. Mentions knives and guns.

Word count: 988

"Eric. I frown knocking on the door again "Eric?" the lock clicks and Eric appears his bulky form filling the gap "What?" I blink several times willing my brain to catch up with itself, Eric in nothing but loose grey sweats causing my brain to short circet. "Y/N?" I clear my throat "Erm, yea. Sorry. Max asked me to give you these." I hand him several folders "Right see you later, I'm going to go train."

"Y/N." I turn "Yea?"

"I'll head down with you. Just give me a sec." I smile tightly my pulse quickening slightly "Sounds great." He reappears with a t-shirt and dark trousers the two of us walking down to the training room. I start wrapping my hands while walking over to the punch bags running through basic exercises trying to ignore the six foot wall of muscle behind me.

Finishing with the punch bag I move to the targets picking up a handful of knives making the mistake of glancing over at Eric who is using the pull up bar arm muscles rippling. Turning away I pause a moment to clear my head before positioning my feet going to throw my first one yelping when a hand presses against my spine, swivelling around pressing the blade to the persons throat another to their stomach. "Good reflexs." I relax pulling away "Is that your idea of funny?" he chuckles holding up his hands "Sorry, all I was going to say was straighten your spine." I glare "I was about to until you interupted."

He grins picking up his own knifes "How about a little compotition?" I raise an eyebrow feeling confident, he's skilled with a gun but I know I am better with knives "Alright, what are the stakes?" he grins flipping his knife around "If I win I get to kiss you somewhere of my choosing," he pauses while I feel my cheeks heating "If you win you can have a whole weekend off."

"Really?" he nods and I grin "Alright then. Five throws, highest score wins."

I throw my first knife hitting just above the cross at the centre. He throws his hitting the edge of the inner circle. Smirking slightly I throw my next two hitting left and right of cross in a tight group. Eric hits the centre ring of too the left with his second and third. Fourth and fifth both hitting dead centre. I throw my fourth hitting the centre mark dead on and flick my wrist back ready to throw my fifth when Eric brushes up against my back causing me to release the dagger to early hitting the outer circle. "Looks like I win."

I scowl turning to face him "You distracted me." he chuckles leaning down "I win." I take a step back breath hitching "I errr." He grins tilting my chin up with a finger "You alright darlin?" I nod breathing heavily "Yep. Fine. Fine." He leans closer backing me up into a wall one hand resting above my head "You think I don't notice the stares? How your eyes always linger. Don't worry I do it too."

His lips press against mine his hands wrapping under my thighs lifting me up against the wall. I loop them around his waist arms wrapping around his neck as his tounge pushes past my lips. A soft moan escapes my throat making him pull away grinning pupils blown wide "Been wanting to do that for a while." I smile breathing heavily "Feel free to do it again." he chuckles kissing me again one hand cupping the back of my head deepening the kiss.

"Perhaps we should make this a regular training exercise." I grin feeling light headed as I drop my feet back to the floor "I like the sound of that." he grins kissing me again leaving me breathless and weak kneed "Same time tomorrow." he leaves and I stare after him in shock before recovering enough to go after him slamming my fist against his door "Eric!"

He opens the door smirking "Can I help sweetheart?" I scowl pushing him in the chest "You can't just kiss me like that then walk away. That's... That's.." he smirks backing me into his door "That's what?" I clear my throat frowning "Its ummm." he leans down grinning "What do you want to say love?" I scowl crossing my arms "I don't think its fair the power you hold over me. I've been in love with you for the past year then you finally kiss me and you just leave."

I feel my eyes widen shit I shouldn't have said that. Eric takes a step back "What?" I shake my head "Nothing. No it doesn't matter. I'm just going to go." Large hands wrap around my wrists preventing me from leaving lips crashing into my own. I relax into his grip as his hands slip around my waist "Don't go." I nod "Okay." he frowns grip tightening "I'm not good with words. Or feelings." I smile as he leans down again for a much softer kiss fingers brushing against my cheek "Your smart, strong, stunning. Ever since you knocked me to the ground in initiation I've wanted to tell you." I smile softly hands resting on his chest "You don't have to say anything if you don't want..."

"I love you."

I think my heart skips a beat as I move my hands around his neck "So what do we do now?" he grins "Now I've got you, I'm never letting you go." he steps back sitting on the sofa and pulling me into his lap something bright shining in his eyes I've never seen before. "What?" he shrugs grinning "Just looking forward to our next training session." I chuckle leaning so our lips are almost touching "We could have our own private training session right now." smirking his grip tightens "I like the sound of that." 

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

RW: Fear - Eric Coulter

(A/N) Here it is! I really don’t know how to feel about this one....I love the request, but I don’t feel like I did it justice...well, I still hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Eric Coulter x Redaer

Warnings: nightmare, fear, panic, blood, bad coping

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Wake up.

Wake up.

With a jerk, my body shot upright. My eyes ripped open as my hands clamped down over my mouth, barely holding back the scream that tried to escape me. My whole body was shivering and it took me a minute to realize that the images I’d just seen were a dream. A nightmare.

I let myself fall back onto the thin mattress, willing my heart to stop beating so quickly. Closing my eyes, I tried to think about the good things. My parents, my sister, my dog. But nothing helped. I sat up again, cursing the rules and ways of the Amity. Being dosed with the serum whenever we had a nightmare or a panic attack or any negative emotion in general.

I tried taking deep breaths, pressed my hands against my chest and even tried pinching myself. All the things I was told would calm someone, but whenever I stopped distracting myself, the images came back.

A factionless, grabbing me and dragging me away from my parents. It took the Dauntless soldiers hours before they found me. They shot the man.

With fresh, new fear shooting through me, I pushed the blanket off me and slipped into my sneakers. As quietly as possible, I sneaked out of the room and up the stairs, my feet carrying me to the training room.

What I didn’t know, is that, although I tried to be as quiet as possible, I woke someone up.

Eric POV

I frowned as I watched Y/N sneaking around the beds. She was heading for the stairs.

As soon as she was gone, I laid back down, trying to go back to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, Y/N heading up the stairs appeared before me. I had to admit that I’d grown to care about her. Sure, she was competition, serious competition even, but the sweet girl from Amity, who could throw a mean punch if needed had captured my heart only a few weeks into initiation.

After waiting for a few minutes, I decided to give up on sleep for the night and instead follow Y/N. Not to spy or anything. I just wanted to make sure that she was okay.

I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my jacket before following her. But as I arrived at the top of the stairs, I realized that I had no idea where she’d gone to. The idea of going back to bed appeared in my head, but I immediately decided against it. Instead, I mentally listed all the locations she could be at and decided to search each of them.

Kitchen, nope.

Med bay, nah.

Chasm, no.

Pit, no one in sight.

Roof, nada.

The only place left was the training room. And I wish I’d searcher there earlier. The closer I came to it, the louder the noises grew. I frowned as my steps instinctively quickened. Only when I stood at the door, did I realize what the noises were.

Y/N was standing in front of a punching bag, throwing one punch after the other. No breaks, no hesitation. But as she drew her fist back, I noticed something shining on her knuckles. It reflected the light in a weird way, and I stepped a bit closer, until I recognized the red color. Blood.

She’d been punching for so long, that she managed to bust the skin covering her knuckles. I walked up to her with quick steps, and grabbed her wrist, midway to the punching bag.

Her eyes snapped to me and I almost jumped. They were blown wide and red. Tears stained her cheeks and were still running down her face and snot was running from her nose.

“Y/N…” She didn’t answer. Instead, she ripped her hand from my grip and returned to punching.

“Y/N.” No reaction.

“Y/N!” I roughly grabbed her shoulders and turned her to look at me. Out of reflex, one of her fists connected with my jaw, sending me stumbling back. As I looked up, I found her staring at me with a worried look.

“Eric…I…” Her hands, still balled into fists hung beside her body, letting blood drip to the ground. I quickly gathered myself and walked up to her. She still stared at me, following my every move with her eyes.

I noticed her muscles tensing up as I stepped closer to her, but I quickly raised my hands.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” She slowly nodded and relaxed again.

Just as slowly, I reached down and lifted one of her hands. It was a bloody mess. Literally. With a sigh, I slowly lead her over to the benches and told her to sit down, while I grabbed a med kit. She did as told and waited for me to return. She hung her head and I could hear drops of something hit the floor. Whether it was blood or tears, or both, I didn’t know.

I returned to her and kneeled down in front of her, raising her face with a finger. Her eyes met mine and even more tears welled up in her eyes.

“Ssshh…” I grabbed a cloth and carefully started to wipe the tears and snot away. When that was done, I turned my attention to her knuckles. Some of that blood had dried by now, making it hard to see the actual wounds.

I rummaged through the med kit until I found some disinfectant and cotton balls.

“This is going to stink.” I dowsed the cotton ball in the liquid and carefully started to clean up the knuckles. The first time that the cotton ball touched Y/N’s skin, her other hand shot out and grabbed my shirt at the shoulder. Her face was scrunched up in discomfort and I decided to get this over with as quickly as possible.

As soon as her hands were clean, I put some ointment on the wounds before I wrapped both hands up. I threw away the trash and put back the med kit before I sat down next to Y/N. As soon as I did, she leaned on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N weakly shook her head and I nodded.

“Okay…but…next time. Wake me up, okay? Before you do…that.” This time she nodded, still as weakly though.

We sat there for a while just enjoying each other’s company before I noticed Y/N shivering beside me. I grabbed the jacket I brought and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, smiling when I noticed how big it was on her.

After about half an hour, I noticed light snores coming from the girl next to me. One look at the clock told me that we had only two more hours before the trainers would probably wake up us.

I quickly picked Y/N up and carried her back to hall all initiates sleep in. Carefully, I placed her in her bed, took of her shoes and pulled the blanket over her. I went back to my bed and tried to catch a bit more sleep before the next day of training began.

The next day, as everyone was getting ready, I walked over to Y/N’S bed.

“Change bed with me.” The boy, who had the bed next to Y/N’s looked surprised.

“No.” I raised an eyebrow, surprised that he dared say no. He and the other initiates are usually more afraid of me.

“It wasn’t a question.” I glared at him until he gave up and quickly grabbed his stuff before darting in the direction of my bed. Y/N looked at me surprised, but I just shrugged, so she continued getting ready.

Most of the initiates had already left when Y/N approached me. She held out the jacket I’d draped over her last night.

“I…thank you.” I smiled at her. When she wasn’t in the ring, she was quiet and timid. Cute.

“Keep it. It looks better on you.” A smile took over her face and she pulled it on. She turned to follow the other ones, before she turned back again, and looked at me.

“What?” I chuckled.

“Are you coming?” She was waiting for me. With another chuckle, I nodded and together we made our way to breakfast.

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[multimadstoner]

Hii!!

Just a little about me because why not! My names Jo I'm from michigan and I'm a new writer!

Some fandoms I write for is divergent, stranger things, cobra kai aaaand I'm trying to expand my horizons but if you send me any requests I'll try and fullfill it!!

A couple things about me, I loooove my dogs and food🤣, I like weed (don't judge me we all got issues), I dance professionally and take vocal lessons, I'm really trying to get on broadway (wish me luck!!)

Soooo yea if you would like to hear more from me then go ahead and send me some messages but I'm gonna start putting out stories from my drafts that I've either never posted or never finished so stay tuned!!

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[ghostedgrim]

Eric Coulter Divergent Masterlist

Requests

Headcannons

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Oneshots

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Sleepy Cuddles

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Shouldn't That Hurt?!?

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Eric and His Horse

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[shesthejukeboxhero]

MASTERLIST

*= prioritized/characters I enjoy writing for the most

MARVEL

Steve Rogers*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Baron Helmut Zemo

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Krasinski!Reed Richards*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Jack Thompson

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove*

ONESHOTS:

No One Like You- You arrive at Tina’s Halloween party, and a certain blond haired boy meets your eye.

Those Damn Red Shorts- As the sister of Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is the one man that is considered “off-limits”. That all changed after you got a job at the Hawkins Community Pool.

Don’t Blame Me- What would have happened if instead of Billy being flayed, it was his girlfriend?

HEADCANONS:

Jason Carver*

ONESHOTS:

Paradise City- When Lucas’ new friend makes a pit stop in Hawkins, they catch the eye of one starry-eyed blond.

HEADCANONS:

Steve Harrington

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

KNIVES OUT

Ransom Drysdale*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

GLASS ONION

Miles Bron*

ONESHOTS:

Midnights Become Our Afternoons- Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

HEADCANONS:

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons Part 2

GREYS ANATOMY

Mark Sloan

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Tom Koracick

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter*

SERIES:

Smart Alec- You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair*

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Billy Dunne

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE BOYS

Soldier Boy*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Homelander*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

MORTAL KOMBAT

Johnny Cage*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Kurtis Stryker

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

** I WILL WRITE THESE TWO TOGETHER WITH READER! **

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[heliads]

Divergent (last one for a while I'm sorry). Eric x ofc. They're leaders. Due to how busy they're during initiate season, they don't do anything together and it makes them fight a lot. During one of those fights hurtful stuff is said (something like "just fucking leave") by him and she leaves for field training. In the middle of it, a hurricane hits and they can't find one initiate. She goes to search for them and eric is ripping his hair out trying to find her after she doesn't return in time.

love a good hurricane. i would, in fact, write an entire fic analyzing what the weather trends would be like in the divergent series but i don't think anyone has asked for that (yet) so here you go instead :))

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Eric Coulter can sense the fight coming. Usually, he relishes any chance of conflict, like all he needs is to get someone else’s blood to coat his knuckles and he’ll be set for life, but today is different. Maybe it’s because no matter what happens, there will be no winners in today’s fight, no one being led out of the ring with their hands held triumphantly over their heads. Sure, no bones will be broken, but neither he nor Y/N L/N will end today completely intact.

He’s been waiting alone in what’s supposed to be their shared apartment for hours now, long since the time when Y/N should have been home. Eric isn’t going to claim that there’s a curfew here, not for either of them. Dauntless leaders make the rules for everyone except themselves, Eric knows that better than anyone.

That’s why he shouldn’t be irritated that Y/N isn’t home yet, but he is. He always is. Typically, Eric is able to convince himself to let it go, that of all the hills to die on her punctuality shouldn’t be the worst of all. It’s not like they ever do anything but sit around, anyway, but that’s precisely why Eric is angry in the first place.

They’ve both been busy, it’s not like this is solely Y/N’s fault, but Eric has always found it a little easier to blame anyone but himself. Surely Eric couldn’t be the reason Four beat him out for the slot of top initiate during their own training round, surely the other boy was cheating or doing something other than simply being better. Surely the reason he hasn’t seen his girlfriend other than glimpses across crowded hallways will be a problem on her end and not something that can be traced back to him.

That’s what Dauntless has taught him, at least. Maybe back in Erudite there’s a boy who doesn’t like to pretend that he was Dauntless-born, some kid who knows when to accept responsibility even when he’s wrong. Maybe there was once an iteration of Eric Coulter that wasn’t the mess he’s grown into today.

It’s foolish thinking, and Eric knows it. He has always been himself, and even if that character has strengthened and hardened into a knife’s edge over the recent years, nothing real has changed. Eric has always been a monster, and usually he likes it, but today it just makes him feel even more alone than usual. If he’s truly the cruel, sadistic training leader that he’d like to be, why does he feel the need to fill his hours with someone else’s company?

The door clicks open at last, a welcome break from Eric’s intrusive thoughts. It’s not like this evening is going to get any easier now that Y/N is back, but at least he’ll be able to place a little more of his rage out on the woman currently tiptoeing through the door instead of funneling it back into himself. Eric has always been more of a fighter than a thinker, even if that’s let people down in the past. All he has is his racing fury and tendency for blood. It is all that he has ever needed.

Some quiet part of his head whispers that that isn’t entirely true. When he had fallen for Y/N, and Eric well and truly fell, he doesn’t know that he had been the same since. It was as if he had taken a temporary lapse from the monster. Other Dauntless had even commented on it, how Eric seemed more focused, more clean in the days since he kissed Y/N for the first time.

That had been good for him, being loved. It had sharpened his blunt cruelty into the edge of a razor. Eric had been no less bloodthirsty, but he was better at it. He wasted less of his time on displays that he didn’t need. Loving Y/N had made him more aware of himself, and in turn, more aware of all that he could be if Eric stopped getting caught up in stepping on people’s dreams just because he felt like it.

Now, all Eric feels aware of is the slump in Y/N’s shoulders, the way she took off her shoes an instant before she slipped inside the door so she can try not to make a sound. Eric’s eyes have long since adjusted, and all of her secrecy is pointless. It just proves that today is yet another day of them not working.

He sighs, and flicks on the light. Y/N flings up a hand to shade her eyes from the sudden brilliance, and Eric watches her face fall as she realizes that he’s been there all along.

“You didn’t have to wait up,” she says softly. 

To Y/N’s credit, she doesn’t seem drunk in the slightest. Eric doesn’t think she’s done a thing other than work all this time, which marks a difference between her and the girlfriends of some of Eric’s friends. Y/N could have been wasting her time and actually given him a reason to argue, but she’s just as good as always. Maybe that’s what has truly been bothering Eric all this time, that he feels like some shady wreck when she’s a perfect saint, day in and day out.

Even in the face of her alibi, Eric still folds his arms tightly across his chest. He can’t help but flash back to this morning, when he’d donned the exact same stance so he could chew out his initiates about needing to actually hit the target when they used their guns. Everything’s a damned lesson now, isn’t it?

“I did,” Eric refutes, “because I had no idea when you were getting back. That makes the third time this has happened this week, by the way. It’s only Thursday.”

Y/N drags a tired hand over her face. “I’ve been working, I told you. Dauntless can barely take care of itself, let alone try and work with the Erudite plan.”

The weighty stress on the mention of the blue-suited faction tells Eric all he needs to know about why Y/N is taut with nerves. Jeanine Matthews had approached Max, Eric, and some of the other Dauntless leaders with the idea of making a better city, one where the useless Abnegation weren’t wasting food and money on people who would never pay them back. Looks like Y/N’s been working on the same thing.

This is where Eric steps back and cuts her some slack, but it isn't. Instead, he squares his shoulders and readies himself for another blow. “That may be true, but work isn’t the only thing in your life. I barely feel like I have a girlfriend anymore. I see you for minutes at a time, and then you’re gone for another day. I mean, when was the last time you even looked at me for longer than a second?”

Y/N’s gaze turns stony. “Don’t act like this is my fault. As you might recall, you’ve been getting in minutes before me. I try to talk to you during the day, but your trainees are so important that you can’t spare me a single word. Hell, you won’t even glance at me when you’re with them. You’re not as blameless as you’d like to seem, trust me.”

Eric groans, even though he knows she’s right. “Oh, and I’m a monster because of that, right? Maybe if you stopped trying to visit me during the hours when I’m working, you’d be able to finish up the day faster and we wouldn’t have this problem.”

Y/N scoffs. “Yeah, because it’s totally that easy. If I cut out the thirty seconds in which I try to see you, I’ll be able to avoid working three hours overtime.”

Eric’s expression hardens. “If you’re going to be that smart with me, you might as well go back to your plans.”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asks, her voice cold yet cautious. All of her efforts to mitigate this fight just make Eric even more angry. Just once, he wants to have his time to shout and storm, and she’s trying to make peace. Once again, it’s Y/N doing everything right and Eric on the outside, the killer everybody wants to pretend they’re not going to become.

“You heard me,” Eric says, forcing himself to keep his voice even, “You have your priorities and they’re not us right now. Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, how about you leave me be? It would certainly do me good to stop having to worry about how you’re always skipping out. Just get your stuff and go. It’s not like it would be any different from normal, anyway. You’re always gone. Just go.”

Y/N draws back as if he’s slapped her. “If that’s what you want,” she whispers, “then fine. Goodnight, Eric.”

The door closes behind her, and Eric starts swearing the second he hears her footsteps disappear down the hall, no longer bearing the effort of trying to be quiet. This isn’t what he wanted, but it’ll be best for them, won’t it? They need a break. This is their breather in between rounds, and maybe when Eric ducks his head back into the ring, he’ll actually be able to put an end to all of the fighting.

If it’s an end Eric wants, though, he’s not sure that he’s going to get close to Y/N long enough to have it. They already saw scant glimpses of each other during the day, and now that Y/N’s stopped living in his apartment, it’s like she’s ceased to exist. After two days, Eric caves and tries to find her, but she never answers the door and the key to her rooms has suddenly disappeared from his apartment, along with a lot of her belongings.

He fucked up, he can admit that freely. Eric is used to swinging first, asking questions never, and it’s finally backfired on him. He can only hope that Y/N will let her guard down for a second, because even that moment will give him enough time to apologize and hope that they can go back to normal.

However, Eric’s pride gets the best of him, just like it always has. The days pass, and not a word is spoken between the two of them. Eric goes about his days bitter and scorned, lashing out at the initiates for the smallest of mistakes. At some point, even Four has to tell him to take a walk after he shouted at some kid until his voice went hoarse for accidentally dropping a knife during target practice.

When the storm comes, Eric sees it as a blessing. It forces all of them inside, the skies rippling with gray and purple and green. Perhaps the rain can wash away all of his anger, his fear, and leave behind only the best of what Y/N saw in him. He’ll find her after this settles, he decides, he’ll stay outside of her door all night if that’s what it takes.

The problem is that he just can’t find her. Eric stops by her workplace, but she’s not there, and her apartment is well and truly empty. The storm is picking up by now, and klaxons are starting to wail, alerting everybody to stay off of the trains and get inside. Eric hears talk that it might even be a hurricane, which is not the best news at a time like this.

The weather has been awful for as long as Eric has been alive, and according to some of the Erudite scholars, it’s about ten times worse than it was for their ancient predecessors. Ever since the catastrophic events that shrunk the nation’s population to their city alone, weather systems have been pretty much out of control. Heat rises quickly, storm cells gain power far faster than they ever have, and foul weather systems can linger over Chicago for weeks instead of mere hours. A hurricane could spell the end of days if it was so inclined.

So, as the minutes pass and Eric still can’t find Y/N, he feels his panic level skyrocket. Eric receives a call from Four to head to a balcony on the training level, and he heads there immediately, certain that something’s happened. He’s not wrong, either. Four stares over the edge of the balcony, knuckles white on the iron railing.

“What’s going on?” Eric asks, trying not to let his paranoia show.

Four shakes his head tersely. “Remember how we were doing field training for some of the higher ranked initiates? Everyone was supposed to go inside when the hurricane warnings started sounding, but I did a head count when you left and I couldn’t find one of the kids.”

Eric stares out over the rolling landscape of the city, but he can’t see anything through the whipping boughs of trees. The wind is picking up speed by the second, and anything that isn’t nailed down is rolling through the streets, driven by gusts of invisible force. Rain starts to pelt the ground, the sound like bullets against metal.

“You’re telling me some trainee is out there in this weather?” He asks.

Four grimaces. “Not just one trainee. Y/N heard that there was a kid out there and she volunteered to go bring him back. I haven’t seen her in half an hour.”

Just like that, Eric is gone. His stomach drops down to ground level, four floors below. “That can’t be true,” he says feebly, but he knows it’s a lie even before the syllables cross his tongue. Of course Y/N would have gone, she has always been the hero, always braver than the rest of them. To her, a hurricane is just another chance for her to prove herself.

Four’s lips flatten. “It is, though. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but–”

He cuts himself off, staring up at the sky, which is now an ugly shade of yellowish green, streaked through with clouds as dark as night. The rain rises to a crescendo, so loud Eric can’t hear Four when the guy starts to shout and has to rely on reading his lips to learn that Four is going inside.

Eric should head in, too, but he can’t, not when Y/N is still out there. He can’t do a thing to save her now, but he can at least stand guard, a silent tribute to the woman he loves. Of course Y/N will come back, she has to. Eric doesn’t think he could survive if she didn’t, not when he left her on such bad terms.

As the minutes spin by, though, the odds get worse and worse. Eric can see lightning fork across the rusting metal sky, and thunder rolls in a constant, deafening boom of sound. He’s never seen a storm this bad, and it’s taking everything in him to just stay here and hold on to the balcony of this protected alcove. Eric can’t imagine how Y/N is staying alive and finding the trainee out there.

Some terrified part of him dares broach the thought that perhaps she isn’t holding on after all. A storm like this could easily kill. Already, the streets are starting to flood, thick beige water swirling across the asphalt. There’s no way Y/N could make it back in these conditions, no matter how much Eric wishes she would.

Then he sees it. A fleeting flash of movement, just visible out of the corner of his eye. Eric leans forward over the edge of the balcony, desperate to see what it was, although he’s forced back against the wall when a bolt of lightning flashes so close to his head that he swears he can feel the heat.

The movement comes again, though, and this time Eric is certain of it:  it’s Y/N, it must be. He calls out to her, directions and encouragement and pleading, even though there’s no chance that she could hear him over the din of the hurricane. She’s leading the lost initiate through the streets, the two of them sticking close to the walls of the buildings they pass and moving in quick dashes from cover to cover.

Heart in his throat, Eric watches them approach. He ducks inside to tell Four to ready the door nearest them, then runs back out to the balcony, as if by watching he’ll act as guardian angel and protect them from certain death. When they’re below him, Eric heads back inside for real, racing down the stairs so he can meet them as they arrive.

The wind is so strong that it’s half pulling Y/N and the initiate back outside, but they manage to get inside long enough for other Dauntless to shove the doors closed behind them, barring the locks as soon as they can. Eric races for Y/N, pulling her into his arms with the silent relief of a man who’s just faced down death itself and walked away with his pulse still racing.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, as much to convince himself as her.

Y/N wraps her arms around him. “I’m alright,” she repeats, “we’re alright.”

Eric presses his lips to her head. “Don’t ever do that again. I was terrified that I was going to lose you. I don’t ever want to be without you again, you hear me? Never again.”

Y/N chuckles softly, breaking away from his embrace just enough that she can look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Eric. About the fight.”

He shakes his head. “No, it was my mistake. I was looking for a reason to fight. It was my fault just as much, I didn’t want to admit it then. I just want you. That’s all I need.”

Y/N smiles and hugs him again. “You have me, Eric. You always have.”

Outside, the hurricane rages on, but for once, Eric feels safe and sound. He has his entire world right here in his arms, and he couldn’t worry about a single other thing.

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[writing-about-current-obsessions]

Masterlist!

My ask is always open, but keep in mind that I do not always have time to post and fulfill requests because of other obligations. It is always nice to get some new ideas and/or criticism though, as well as just reading a comment on what you like to read!

You can find my list of fanfiction recommendations here (only F1 fics).

Charles Leclerc

Enjoy your lunch

The set-up

Don’t ever do that again

A little biased 

Not okay

Afraid

Carlos Sainz

If you had to pick

Shut up, Charles

Red lipstick

Sleepy

Pierre Gasly

Spoilsport

Finally

Anywhere with you

Gets me every time

Crossing the line

Daniel Ricciardo

Top of the list

Hello, stranger

How could I not?

Being a dummy

Big star

Not just the sugar talking

Look where it got us

Speech

Together

Half/half (Part 8 of the series or could be read as a standalone)

Favourite piece

Half/half series (Finished!)

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Half/half (Part 8 of the series or could be read as a standalone)

F1 drabbles

Lazy day (DR, LH, PG)

F1 Christmas drabbles

Christmas dinner (Charles Leclerc)

Ice escapades (Pierre Gasly)

Christmas presents (Lewis Hamilton)

Snowy vacation (Daniel Ricciardo)

Christmas surprise (Carlos Sainz)

Henry Cavill

Weird way of saying good morning

Another one?

Let me take care of you

Punisher

A woman in action

Divergent

Weakness

Hidden talent

Ambush

Following orders

My girl

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[kaiyaamin]

Eric Coulter head cannons

You and Eric’s relationship would be private with occasional kisses or he would hold your hand under the table or loosely around your chair.

He would be more of an asshole just to show everyone just because he's dating you doesn't mean he went soft. (but we all know he went a little soft😉).

THIS MAN WILL GET JEALOUS OVER ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.

He would glare at anyone if they were doing bad or if a guy was flirting with you, Eric just comes and wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck or just fights the guy.

Training together and by that I mean just you sitting on top of him while he does pushups and getting a kiss for each one

He would totally have a weird workout schedule. Like you would wake up at 2 in the morning just to see Eric doing pushups. He looks at you. You look at him. And he continues. You go back to dreaming about how hot he was doing those pushups.😍

Eric would definitely be the type to have pet names for you like ‘princess’, ‘babe’, or ‘sweetheart’.

Eric is the kind of guy who is an asshole to everyone and you would never think he has a lover, but probably has the sweetest girlfriend in the whole faction.

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[carelesslywriting]

Hoodie - Eric Coulter

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2137 Trigger Warnings: a lot of angst, descriptive self-harm, substance abuse, alcohol use, mentions of miscarriage  Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

You felt scorched by the heat as you grabbed the sleeves of Eric’s hoodie you were wearing, pulling them down and holding onto the ends with tight fists, crossing your arms tight into your chest. You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing out of your eyes as you sat on top of the roof of the Dauntless headquarters, staring out at the building lines. ‘How Dauntless of you,’ you thought to yourself as you now tried to wipe the tears away. You couldn’t even begin to explain the emotions you felt in that moment, or how you had even ended up on the roof in tears. 

As you choked back a sob that threatened to leave the back of your throat, you stood back up and paced around, trying to do breathing exercises to calm yourself down enough to at least head back inside and down to your shared apartment. All you wanted to do was lay in bed. You’ve felt so beaten down and exhausted for the past few weeks, and its only gotten progressively worse since the new initiates arrived. A part of you wished you could understand every emotion you felt, but instead you shoved it away to the back of your mind, wiping the last of your tears and grabbing onto the ladder to hoist yourself back downstairs. 

You kept your head down and the hood of the hoodie up, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you slipped into your apartment and crawled into the bed, pulling the covers up to your neck. Eric's cologne was strong as you curled into his hoodie, your favorite comfort item since the incident that happened to you. You tried to hold back your tears, but like clockwork the second you were curled up in the blanket the waterworks started all over again. 

“What the hell is happening to me?” You murmured to yourself, trying to wipe away the tears furiously as they continued to spill down your face. Looking out at the hallway, you saw the door to what would have been your daughter’s room. It was like instinct when you found yourself getting up and walking past that door and to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Without even thinking, you reached for the leftover pills in the medicine cabinet from when you were injured a couple months ago, pulling out a couple of pills and the razor you hid in the bottle. Your body shook as you continued to sob, swallowing the pills without any water and sliding your back down the door. As you sat on the floor and felt the pain meds take over, you mindlessly lifted a sleeve up and dragged the razor down your arm. You begged inside your mind for the pain of losing your daughter to go away, and all you wanted to do was take the pain from your mind and place it onto something, anything else. It just happened to be your arm with the razor this time. 

After a couple more superficial cuts, you inhaled sharply, and focused your pain from your mind to the physical pain as you finally started to calm down. You closed your eyes for a minute, letting the emotions wash over your entire body and leave through the self-inflicted marks. You didn’t even hear the code punched in and Eric enter the apartment, you were lost in your own little world behind the bathroom door. 

“Y/N?” Eric called out, breaking you out of your haze. Shit. You didn’t think he’d be back so soon. How long have you even been sitting here?

“One second!” You called out, scrambling to get up in your drug induced state, knocking over the bottle of pills in the process. The blood had dried on your arm at that point, but you accidentally reopened one of the wounds as you rushed to pick up the pills, hoping Eric didn’t hear the rattling noise. 

You quickly rinsed the blade, placing it back in its hiding spot with the pills you quickly picked up. You left the water running and placed your wrist under it, feeling the slight burning sensation of water mixing with the open cuts. You winced slightly as you quickly grabbed a wad of gauze, wrapping it around your arm and pulling the sleeve back down. After wiping your eyes one last time, you unlocked the bathroom and walked out, noticing Eric sprawled out on the couch, head turned to look at you the second he heard the door unlock. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You managed to get out, instinctively pulling your arms close to your body as Eric studied your face. 

“You know how it is training the new initiates. Every single one of them is a pain in my ass,” Eric paused for a moment. “Did you drop something when I came in?” 

You took a deep breath before answering, “Yeah I accidentally dropped a bottle when I grabbed the mouthwash.” You could tell Eric didn’t necessarily believe you but didn’t want to push it any further. 

He stood up and wrapped you in a hug, and you breathed in the smell of his cologne. He leaned down and kissed your lips, pulling away almost as quick as he started to stare into your eyes. You heard a soft sigh leave his mouth as he noticed your puffy, red eyes. He didn’t know what to say or think as he picked you up by your thighs with ease, carrying you to the couch and setting you down with him. 

“Shots?” You asked before he could ask what was wrong. 

“You sure?” He asked hesitantly before continuing, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You lied. “Try and keep up with me.”

You know Eric won’t back down from a challenge, and you were hoping you could just get drunk and forget about the incident in the bathroom. The past few days you’ve relapsed after a long time of staying clean, and you’ll be damned if Eric finds out. You put on the best fake smile you could as you grabbed your liquor of choice from the freezer. Eric was up now and next to you, grabbing the shot glasses from the top shelf while you opened the bottle. 

You knew Eric would keep up, and the next thing you know you’re both 5 shots deep, Eric barely affected by the liquor and you struggling to speak. You weren’t usually a lightweight like this, however because you mixed your liquor with the pain pills, you felt an unusual sensation come over your body as you tried to sit down at the table. You almost missed the chair, giggling to yourself over it before sitting down. Eric raised an eyebrow at you when you insisted on another shot. 

“Y/N, you’re already pretty fucked up,” Eric spoke, pouring himself one last shot and putting the alcohol away much to your dismay. 

“No I’m not!” You slurred slightly, pouting at the fact he poured himself one more but not you. “I want another shot.” You demanded. Anything to numb your brain even more of the depression you’ve been in. 

“No.” Eric said firmly, eyebrow raised again when you tried to stand up and challenge him. 

“You know you’re not the fucking boss of me,” you said, almost tripping over your own feet trying to walk back over to the freezer. 

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Eric said, grabbing your wrists as you almost fell. You let out a small wince in pain, straightening yourself up and trying to continue your quest to match Eric’s shot. 

“Literally nothing Eric-“ you started, but got cut off instantly. 

“You’re acting like a sloppy drunk and you’ve barely had anything to drink.” Just like that, it seemed to click inside of Eric’s brain. 

You didn’t even notice him walk over to the bathroom to check the medicine cabinet as you were too busy drinking even more liquor straight from the bottle. ‘That’ll show him,’ You thought. Eric came out with the almost empty pill bottle in hand, slamming it onto the table as you now realized what was going on. You watched as he threw the razor blade out, trying to stop him but this time falling straight onto the floor. 

“Y/N, what the hell did you do?” Eric asked, voice raised as he picked you up, quickly carrying you to the couch. Your sleeves rode up in the process, and Eric’s fear had been confirmed when he saw the gauze. 

“It’s nothing babe, it’s no big deal,” you said nonchalantly, resting your head on his chest as you closed your eyes, the entire room starting to feel wavy. 

“No big deal?” Eric almost screamed at you, startling you and making you jump back a little. He quickly but gently ripped the gauze off your arm, looking at the new cuts along with the few day-old marks that he originally failed to notice. “How many fucking pills did you take?”

“Just a couple to make the pain go away,” you said, tears starting to form in your eyes as a wave of those strong emotions you tried to neatly pack away came back to you. You sobbed into his chest as he held you close, trying to think about what he needed to do. 

“Baby,” He whispered into your ear, the smell of liquor filling your nose from his breath. “Why didn’t you talk to me? Why did you hide this?” The hurt tone in his voice made you cry even harder. You rarely hear that tone of voice from him. 

“Because it’s not very Dauntless of me, Eric. I don’t need everyone judging me or my character because I’m a little sad,” you spoke, wrapping your arms around him even tighter. “The way everyone looks at me knowing I had a brutal miscarriage is already too much.” Eric’s arms tightened around you at the mention of what had happened just a couple months prior. 

You had gotten attacked by a factionless at 5 months pregnant, and the stab wound you got from it resulted in you losing your child. You were going to have a beautiful baby girl with Eric, and that got ripped away from you. Your entire body shook as you started to feel sick at the thought of what had happened to you again. The images are already on a constant replay. You couldn’t protect your daughter. You’ve been carrying the burden of feeling like it was all your fault since you lost her, and you’ve refused to talk to anyone about it. Even Eric. 

He felt numbed by your words as he stared down at you helplessly. Even his former Erudite didn’t know the words to say to make you feel okay again. He just held your crying body as close to him as he could, rubbing your back slowly and trying not to cry himself. That damn alcohol made him feel a little softer than normal though, and a tear slipped down his cheek thinking about his daughter he never got to meet. The sadness he felt quickly turned to anger as he thought about the man who did this to his family. The man who took the life of his daughter, who almost took away your life. 

You quickly fell asleep in his arms from the pills, liquor, and crying. Eric carried you to the bedroom, placing you under the covers and sighing. He walked out of the room and threw the first thing in his sight, listening to the glass shatter at the other end of the apartment. He hated seeing you like this. After cleaning up the mess he made and checking on you, he quietly opened the door to the room that was going to be your daughter’s nursery. Neither of you dared to go into the room since you lost her. He looked around, choking back tears of his own as he picked up a stuffed animal you had picked out together. 

He couldn’t bear the pain any longer and set it back down, leaving the room quickly. He checked on you once more before slipping into the bed with you, holding you tight in his chest as he tried to drift off to sleep. He knew that it was going to be a long road of recovery still for the both of you, but at least he still had you here. Eric swore to himself before falling asleep that he was going to get both of you through this, even if he didn’t know what he was going to do right now. With that thought on his mind he fell asleep holding you tight, rubbing your back underneath his hoodie you wore. 

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[hypermanga]

You're a mean one, Mr. Coulter

Pairing: Eric x reader

Word count: 1073

Summary: You and Eric are known for your banter: some would call it a rivalry, others sexual tension. Either way, this "push and pull" between the two of you ends thanks to an unexpected encounter at a Christmas party as well as a bit of alcohol.

Inspired by the song "You're a mean one, Mr. grinch" by Lindsay Stirling featuring Sabrina Carpenter

LINK- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQb0DJZLhRM

A/N: I know that Eric's surname was never mentioned in the books, but it fitted so well that I couldn't resist ;)

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The whole pit as well as the clubs had been decorated with Christmas ornaments: from little elves to festively decorated trees, paying special detail to the mistletoe branches scattered in the doorways waiting for two unsuspecting sweethearts or just two unfortunate people to stand under them.

It was your third Christmas in a new faction and the first one as a leader. After passing through initiation, a leadership position was offered to you, which you declined as you felt too unprepared and with more room for improvement, much to Max's dismay. Since then, two years had passed and you had taught new initiates, gone to missions to control de factionless and even went outside the fence.

As you had come back from that mission, the offer was brought up to you again, and this time you accepted it, becoming one of the youngest leaders alongside Eric or, as you called him, "The pain on everyone's ass".

His reputation as the worst leader to have as instructor showed during your initiation, as he made it his duty to personally put you through living hell, even going as far as to give you private lessons because 'he saw your potential'...Yeah, your potential for being a new victim of his ways.

Now, as you stood beside him proudly in meetings and dared to sass him back, your relationship had become more of banter between enemies: every time he made a nasty comment, you were ready with a comeback, making all the other leaders or anyone near you sigh in exasperation at your battle of wits, even though most would say that it was more of a flirting.

As you entered the club, you were quickly met with a strong scent of alcohol, sweat and loud music: bodies against each other, drunk people screaming Merry Christmas to your ear, and people making out in the club's corners. You sat on the only available stool and asked for a drink, unaware of who was sitting beside you "Well, if it isn't our lovely new leader (Y/N)" You sighed as you recognised his voice "If it isn't the lovely-sorry, did I say lovely? I meant deadly- Eric, my favourite pain in the ass" "You know I am" He smirked "In your dreams" You shot back, downing the drink "So, what are you doing you doing in a place like this" You signalled the dancefloor "Ah, starting with the pickup lines?" He downed his drink as well and inched closer, making you gulp "I never took you for someone who would fall so easily to my charms" He smiled proudly, making you roll your eyes and inching closer as well, your noses almost touching "Maybe you'll have to try harder" You told him, for only the two of you to hear "Maybe I will" With that, he left the stool, leaving you lightheaded from the previous exchange.

After your conversation, Eric decided to get lost in the crowd, hoping you would follow him. Were you always this cute? In all honesty, he had noticed you after defeating one of the top initiates: your hair had been damped with sweat, your cheeks were red from exhaustion and you looked absolutely stunning. That's how he had ended up offering you private training lessons, even though you didn't need them, just to see your pretty face for his eyes to see only. He pushed you to your limits, trying to make you hate him so he could forget about his feelings, the rules stated that initiates and mentors couldn't have any kind of romantic relationship. But when you became a leader and started talking more and more to him, he got to know your intelligence and how your courage was not mere talk as you fought to protect your comrades from the Factionless.

Then he saw you leave the stool, smirking to himself in pure delight. He knew it was time to take some action, this game of cat and mouse was starting to get too borung.

In all honesty, Eric was hot, or was it the alcohol speaking? No, all those exchanges always had some flirtatious remark or tone in it, and you would often find yourself getting lost looking at his eyes, smile, arms, back...Get a grip (Y/N), he was a dick to you during initiation! But it was not only his physical appearance, it was his prideful attitude, his wit, how he cared about the faction and, in some way, his cold demeanour had become attractive to you.

Leaving the stool as well, you went to catch some air, it started to feel a little too hot in here. As you made your way to the exit, a hand caught your arm, coming face to face with the one who had occupied your thoughts for a while "Haven't seen you in a while" You said sarcastically, making Eric roll your eyes "Stop playing around, I know you like me" "Oh yeah? And what does make you think that way?" Crossing your arms, you lifted your chin proudly to meet his eyes, those stone cold eyes that, more often not, plagued your daydreams.

The staring match only lasted for a few seconds, yet it felt like minutes: the intensity of the situation, the booze flowing through your veins, the hot environment, it was way to tempting for Eric to kiss you "Nu-uh, you said that you would try harder" Your finger rested on his lips, making it even more tense. Eric grunted, earning a soft chuckle from your lips as a signal of triumph "Now you're not that cocky, aren't-" You yelped as Eric's arms snaked around your waist, pulling you to him "Is hard enough, princess?" He whispered in your ear, making you moan slightly due to the closeness.

As if on cue, the DJ decided to play a more seductive song, making Eric drag you to the middle of the dancefloor. You swayed your bodies to the music, Eric even twirling you around in a couple of ocasions, making you laugh in surprise "Do you hear that? 'Cuddly as a cactus', was this song written about you or something?" You laughed, Eric even chuckling a bit at that one "Don't push your luck, (Y/N), I might bite" He spanked your rear, earning a sigh from you as you tried to conceal it by biting your lip "You're a mean one, mr.Coulter...But how good it feels that you are so bad" you purred, before Eric connected your lips with his sensually as the final notes of the song played in the background.

The party was long forgotten as Eric took you by the hand and ran together towards his apartment in the upper floors of Dauntless.

So much for a Christmas miracle huh?

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